LAST NIGHT

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  Last Night it was That the temples of history Were pulled down And rebuilt as huts

  Last night it was That the breadwinner Became the dust eater

  Last night it was That water flowed and flood Filled our hearts to full

  Last night it was That monumental mansions could contain nothing

  Last night it was That the thief came and took away his properties

  Last night it was That the experience of grieve bound us

  Last night it was that the one never saw the other

  Last night it was That the blanket became shorter

  Last night it was That the bed was not the size of man

  Last night it was That the curriculum of darkness Beclouded thinking thoughts

  Last night it was That everything was re-written

  Last night, I saw the rapture.

  We remain Broken, bowed Bored and Bitter

  The writings on the wall were fulfilled Last night.

  Nelson Vincent Ayomitunde is a poet, blogger and essayist.